It all started on a Monday morning, the day before I left for the ride of my life. I have known this day was coming for a year and I was excited, nervous and terrified all at the same time. Was I making a big mistake, selling my life to the government? Or was I doing what was right for my country and giving myself so people could be free? I met with my recruiter and he put me on the Rochester Direct shuttle bus with Christopher. Chris and I would go and share our excitement and nervousness about joining the Air Force.
We got to the courtyard Marriott and my biggest thing was just getting in my room and chilling out. I met my roommate she was joining the Air Force as well. It was great to talk to her, she was really nice and her dad was also in the Air Force at one point in his life.
M.E.P.S. was cold and sterile, swarming of men and women in uniform. They had done their time now they have the cushy job. They send others off to war. “Cruel” isn’t the right word, but it’s the first word that comes to mind. They new what we were about to go through, they knew all about it. They weren’t fazed in the least bit as they walked through making sure each recruit got to the proper room to finish his or her processing.
After all was said and done, needles were thrown away and recruits finished their laboring processing, everyone was handed a plane ticked a manila envelope, was wished the best and sent on there way. From there, for me, 6 and a half weeks of hell begin…
eeping. All I could think about was if I was doing the right thing? Would I have been better off just going to coll
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